Sunday Evening Timeline

Approximate times only. I'm a little too braindead to really pay attention:

5:20 - return home from the work-related event where I've been since around 11. Remove my contacts, check email, and grab my pillow. Not necessarily in that order.

5:30 -  join housemates in living room where an intense, action movie is in full swing.

6:00 - upon completion of movie, resume watching Netflix-delivered other movie we never finished on Wednesday night.

7:00 - upon completion of our other movie, watch a bunch of trailers from the DVD, noting which ones we might like to see in future. Engage in brief text-message exchange for a while.

7:15 - realize I'm hungry but too lazy to do anything about it. Munch on honey mustard, garlic pretzel chunks someone else left on the coffee table.

7:30 - TV having been turned off and the ebb-and-flow conversation having slowed to a lull, come get a book from my bedroom and return to sofa for bit of reading.

7:40 - close my eyes, thinking perhaps that's a better idea than reading, after all. Think about:

• How I wish I'd had the energy to go to the event I'd planned to attend after the work thing.
• How I have to remember to email the person who invited me and properly apologize for having missed it - and her.
• Wondered how it went.
• Think of how much I genuinely like the person who invited me and how fortuitous it was we actually ever met in the first place.
  
• Contemplated current state of my laundry.
• Wondered at the advisability of waiting another day to wash next load.
• Decided there would be no laundry doing tonight, so hope current options will be acceptable tomorrow morning.
• Don't bother to get up and check. Semi-reclining on sofa with eyes closed and book on tummy is exceedingly comfy.
• Smell dinner, being prepared by one of the housemates. Feel incredibly grateful that I didn't have to make any effort whatsoever and yet I'll eat something hot and tasty, after all.

8:00 or so - eat dinner while channel-surfing past American Idol highlight shows, campaign trail highlights, and not-made-for-TV-but-seen-endlessly-on-TV-movies-nonetheless.

8:30 - retire to my room with my book. Get under covers because am suddenly cold. Read 4 pages then close eyes again. Contemplate:

• The emails I should responded to this weekend.
• Wonder when I'll have time to respond to them.
• And whether or not the people I haven't replied to think I'm an utter flake without an ounce of responsibility or respect.
• Ignore ringing of phone 3 different times because of feeling too tired to have actual productive (or interesting or polite) conversation.
  
• Reflect on overbooked week just past and equally-overbooked weekend and wonder when I'll "get it" and start only accepting as much as I can feasibly accomplish.
  
• Consider going to bed for real.
• Set alarm clock for 5:30 just in case.
  
• Decide to check email instead.
• Remember blog, neglected since Thursday.
• Start writing something inane.
• Delete what I've begun and start this list instead.
• Discover bag of mini-candy bars remaining from fun gift bag full-o-candy given to friend for birthday, and decide I should eat some.
• Eat one too many. Or three too many.
• Hear someone besides myself doing dishes. Have guilt. Apparently not enough to make me go help, but enough to mention it, anyway.
  

9:10 - bored. Decide you prolly are too and sign off.

Comments

[Tamara]

I found myself smiling, picturing you and your evening. Trust me, it's the kind of evening people don't take the time to enjoy. Everyone needs down time. Do not feel guilty for enjoying yours.

[Melody]

:) I need some more of these down time evenings. Workin' on the guilt thing...